I seem to drift into melancholy thoughts often in my life;
They could involve the death of my father, loneliness, self-deprecation
And a general meaninglessness with life.
I get wrapped in this mood for days and it makes interaction
With the outside world, a difficult task.
Eating is hard,
My sex drive takes a hit to the balls.
The flavor of my writing drains into a sink below
I suspect some days
I take masochistic relish
In these episodes
And indulgent poems
Of a colorless cloud
I think God would find